Yodling Blues (Take 2 - test) - Bessie Smith

The blues, the blues, the yodling blues

They seem to haunt me all the time

Because that I ain’t got no one

That will console my mind

It seems to me no happiness will I ever find

No happiness will I find

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

My man went out without a cause

I wonder who put them jinx on me

I said, them jinx on me

I wonder who put them jinx on me

Lowdown jinx on me

My man’s gone back to his used-to-be

I’m gonna yodel, yodel my blues away

I said, my blues away

I’m gonna yodel, yodel my blues away

Ee-ooo

I’m gonna yodel till things come back my way

I’ve got the blues, go spread the news

I’ve got those doggone yodling blues